Til I Am Myself Again


I remember the Space Shuttle exploding back when I was in Grade 5. This morning when I heard that it had happened once again, here in 2003, I felt sad for the astronauts that perished. I have immense respect for people trying to explore beyond our comfort zones. I can imagine many millions will grieve about this disaster, and deservingly so. Now, think here, and magnify the loss of those few into many many more people if a WAR breaks out. Something to think about.

I've always been fascinated by the stars and space. If there is a higher being, surely that deity would have created more life. If there is not, then surely science would have to concede that other intelligent life is out there somewhere.

I admire all people who want to keep exploring outside of this planet and to seek other forms of life. Not that I have anything against humans. Then again, if we can't get along amongst ourselves on this planet, then what's the sense of ever meeting other forms of life?

So go argue, go hate, go shoot, go abuse, and go fuck yourselves.

Okay, I'm sorry. Go and have a great day everyone. There really is a positive message in here to offset the negative. Really. Do you see it?